psychological
Mind games taken way too far; explore the disturbing genre of psychological thrillers that make us question our perception of sanity and reality.
Repetition
Lights, it always began with lights. Laying in my own bed I waited heart racing in preparation for what would surely be coming once again. I am never truly alone and never truly free. Freedom means nothing to me anymore as I have only one choice, to wait and accept. A green cast slowly builds as orbs of green light pulse and throb as they enter my prison. Feeling my body tighten and go stiff as the light fell upon me. Trapped, unable to move as they neared, I felt my heart race faster. After all this time I should have been used to it but I wasn’t. Unable to look away the green light filled my vision and it tried to lull me into a trance. Unlike the others I had seen previously, prisoners like me, I was unable to fall into the trance. I suffered through the experience. Tingles along my body turned into pinpricks, pinpricks turned into feelings of needles stabbing into me. Whatever these things were did no lasting harm to my body but each experience left my mind grasping tight to sanity.
By jessica dorden4 years ago in Horror
PERILLUS INCORPORATED
Part1: The Bellowing Bull Ever so often one is allowed a glimpse into the inner workings—to witness the black blood that lubricates the world engine. For most who are granted the privilege, it is like a brief nightmare that gives hints of foul foundations, but for some who gaze into the abyss, it will mean lifelong days of terror that satiate unknowable wills.
By Brian Keith McMurray4 years ago in Horror
Ascension: Chapter 1
500 miles out, the last traces of civilization mere pebbles under the soles of hiking boots. Ancient oak trees surrounded us on all sides. The sun had long since left us, consumed by the ocean of bark. Only the sound of our laughter pierced through nature's cage—our idiotic jokes falling on the deaf, unfeeling ears of the world around us. It howled back an equally cold wind.
By Equilla Beasley4 years ago in Horror
Zealous
The front door is locked, and I fumble to find my key, inserting it properly, turning the lock as my chest falls into the door, the spaghetti strap slipped off my shoulder and the air conditioner greets me, cooling and setting the residue left from dancing my face off. My knee hits the corner of the wall, then my toe because of the whirlwind, I left the state of my house like a tornado’s aftermath.
By Whitney Carman4 years ago in Horror
No More Light
I suppose I was delaying the inevitable. I appeared optimistic to those around me; but inside I was terrified. Betty knew it. She could see it in my eyes, always could. Those goddamned poodles. “We will get through this,” they said. “No one left behind,” they said. A bunch of bullshit. They were shutting off our power today. 30 minutes. The only thing that kept us alive was the power. No power means no more light, no more water and heat, no more appliances, and most importantly, no more electric gates. Those gates they put up around the city is the only reason we aren’t dead. The only barrier between us and those things. Whatever they are, we hadn’t got a good look at em’. We would soon.
By Thomas Parker 4 years ago in Horror
The Cottage
The thick smell of sulfur in the air mixed with the already constant damp of her grandmother's cottage had Briony longing for the dry heat she was used to. The house sat on top of a natural spring, and after all these years the egg-smelling water seemed to overtake everything else. She’d only arrived that morning and already, she was desperate to leave.
By Jade Lewis4 years ago in Horror
